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Looking at Brom
"Eh, if anythin' will lead us to victory, it'll be my extensive experience and skill in these kinds o' situations. I've no interest in tellin' other people what to do though, so I ain't gonna put myself up as no candidate. You seem like a fine fella, and I'd vote for you, I just want to see who the last 2 people in our crew will be first."

"I think you'll find that I myself am quite skilled in these situations. So perhaps it will be a combination of both of our skills that lead us to victory."Look at my PDA
"Lemons? What is it that you need a command center for? I'm sure the Hiltorel have spent time cleaning the place up for my arrival, but this is no time for sightseeing. How will it aid us in combat?"

"Lemons? What is it that you need a command center for? I'm sure the Hiltorel have spent time cleaning the place up for my arrival, but this is no time for sightseeing. How will it aid us in combat?"

"Can't afford weapon. This will help with intelligence. Organization. If Buck is skilled enough, I can help targeting too. Triangulation. Range estimates. Many other uses. Of course, a gun would be better. But this will help in a different way."

"Hah. Perhaps. More like 'When life gives you Lemons, set life's house on fire. With the Lemons'."

Look at the nuke-armed ego next to me. "Buck. I have a command center. Can you write script. To triangulate on target. Using feeds from several coffins. Then transfer that data to shooters. Improve accuracy. Possible? If so, get it done before the mission. I trust you are capable of such a complex task?"

"Sure thing, partner. I can do it once I get access to your ship. Hell, maybe I can write it on my PDA, if it ain't a total piece o' scrap. Not sure if it'll be as mighty helpful as ye think, though. There's a reason there's special components for this kind o' stuff, scripts will only get you so far."Try and write out a simple triangulation/targeting script on my PDAif successful
-Send it to Lemons' PDA

"Flying over the ridges should be fine. Hiltorel craft tend to have slow acceleration but a high top speed, which gives them an advantage in the sky. If you get one on your tail, fly close to the ground to try to lose them. Don't let them stay on your tail, and don't stay in one place for too long. Their ships are turreted. They don't give a shit how much you move, so long as you stay in the same general area."

"Hah. Perhaps. More like 'When life gives you Lemons, set life's house on fire. With the Lemons'."

Look at the nuke-armed ego next to me. "Buck. I have a command center. Can you write script. To triangulate on target. Using feeds from several coffins. Then transfer that data to shooters. Improve accuracy. Possible? If so, get it done before the mission. I trust you are capable of such a complex task?"

"Sure thing, partner. I can do it once I get access to your ship. Hell, maybe I can write it on my PDA, if it ain't a total piece o' scrap. Not sure if it'll be as mighty helpful as ye think, though. There's a reason there's special components for this kind o' stuff, scripts will only get you so far."Try and write out a simple triangulation/targeting script on my PDAif successful
-Send it to Lemons' PDA

You try to write out a simple triangulation/targeting script on your PDA. You think it's successful, and send it to Lemons.

"You seem to be about done, so listen up, fukcnuggets! Bob, the first-timer crap is regrettably still in effect, and you're in charge of Beta squad: you, Saoirse, Gearhead, Frank and Caleb. Brom gets to be in charge of Alpha purely because nobody else gave a shit. Alpha will consist of him, Buck, Lemons, Miles and Miranda. Finish up your plans and get your asses down to the hangar within ten minutes. If you're late for whatever reason - even if you inexplicably fall into a coma - I'll stick you in our waste recycler with the rest of the garbage."

((The mission proper won't start until everyone RPs going down to the hangar and getting in your CASKETs. Taking off and leaving the Nemesis will all be done via narration in the mission thread I'll put up after everyone is finished.))

"You seem to be about done, so listen up, fukcnuggets! Bob, the first-timer crap is regrettably still in effect, and you're in charge of Beta squad: you, Saoirse, Gearhead, Frank and Caleb. Brom gets to be in charge of Alpha purely because nobody else gave a shit. Alpha will consist of him, Buck, Lemons, Miles and Miranda. Finish up your plans and get your asses down to the hangar within ten minutes. If you're late for whatever reason - even if you inexplicably fall into a coma - I'll stick you in our waste recycler with the rest of the garbage."

((The mission proper won't start until everyone RPs going down to the hangar and getting in your CASKETs. Taking off and leaving the Nemesis will all be done via narration in the mission thread I'll put up after everyone is finished.))

Give two quick claps
"Finally! Welp, on to it fellers!"Run towards the hangar, excited
Get in my CASKET